In the space of five weeks I lost my best friend, who passed away from liver cancer, I collected him from the hospital on the Friday after he had to go into the day ward for tests, and took him home. The following day he rang me to say he felt so ill he was calling the ambulance, and in the blink of an eye he was gone. People have said to me it's better this way, but it doesn't feel like that. Whilst I was making the funeral arrangements, I got the worst phone call of my life from my sister who was hysterical, my nephew had committed suicide.
Some days I get through ok, kind of like being on automatic pilot, and then on other days I don't even want to get out of bed. I feel like part of me has gone with them both, the world is the same but I am not.
There is this terrible guilt that I could have done something to prevent my nephew from taking his life, he texted me a few days before the event asking if he could call me, which was strange because he never asked we just spoke all the time. I never texted him back I was in a bad place with organising my friends funeral, and crap going on in my relationship. God help me if I could have prevented this I would, it's torn my family apart, he was such a great lad, just fantastic.
I'm scared I'm never going to feel like 'me' again it's all so empty right now.